immortal- jeon jungkook

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-pitiful-

Jungkook watched you leave the club stumbling on your feet, he almost decided that you were too pitiful like he should just leave you alone and let you live out the rest of your sad life. But in the short hours you were at the club for, he had come to hate you.

If he didn't get to you before you left, it would bug him until something or someone else became the victim of his hate. (Which wouldn't take long but to him it would be torture.)

I can't just leave the bar- yoongi would fire me and, we don't close for another hour... fuck.

Too engrossed in his thoughts he barely even noticed the semi-drunk girl sit beside him, "I need a phone and a glass of bourbon, thank you very much."

The bartender turned around to lean against the counter. A small smirk of satisfaction settled onto his face.

she's still here.

"Is that your way of asking? You know, it's considered rude to demand things of strangers."

"Isn't it considered rude to judge strangers too?" y/n locked eyes with the god-like man across from her. Jungkook hated eye contact. She was pushing his buttons without even knowing it.

"When have I ever judged you?"

"Since we met, whenever I would come back with a guy, basically every time I came back for a drink. You know... you should be nicer to your customers. It's not good for reviews."

"I don't care about reviews, don't tell me how to do my job."

"Don't tell me when to stop drinking."

Jungkook was as transparent as they come and to put it quite plainly easy to read too. He was an open book, well for you at least.

It took you 10 minutes of talking to him to know what his deal was- Sure, he had psychopathic tendencies, and sure, you could see very obviously weird and abnormal patterns in his behavior but he was hot. So did it matter? no.

Not In the slightest.

Besides you're the daughter of Dionysus, did it matter if someone was a little crazy? Consequences didn't exist for you especially not right now when all you wanted was to forget who you were by drowning yourself in the hot man in front of you.

"Drink with me."

Jungkook was silent, his eyes concentrating on something behind you, probably trying to give the illusion of eye contact. He contemplated it before reaching past you to grab the bottle of tequila.

"Just one."

-

You swung your legs a little and looked down at Jungkook who was sat beside them staring at you, "I think we drank the whole bottle."

"Yeah, we did."

cool. so, what now? how the hell am I supposed to get it through his head that I'm in urgent need of a one-night stand?

You got off of the counter unsure of what your next move was going to be. Something needed to be said and this silence was the farthest thing from comfortable.

"You're not that bad.... bartender-man "

He ran his hand through his already disheveled hair, a small sigh escaped his lips "...neither are you."

A foul taste spread across his tongue the second those words left him. He couldn't stand liars and yet here he was lying to you just so that you wouldn't leave him.

But he needed more time to figure out whether or not he wanted you dead. He was sure he had already decided whether he was going to kill you he just couldn't bring himself to, and he didn't know why.

When the night started he made sure to keep at least 2 feet away from you but the distance between you guys was just getting smaller and smaller the more time passed by.

The slightest hint of a grin touched his lips as he stood up, closing the small space there was between you guys. He tilted his head to the side before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Can we get this over with."

You looked up at him and he had no time to stop and think his lips were on yours. Your arms were immediately wrapped around his head. The godly built man placed his hands around your waist almost as if he was hesitating.

It was an unusual thing for him, to feel nervous that is. He doesn't get nervous. Not when he would present something to his classmates and not when he was holding a knife to a rich girls throat.

Jungkook doesn't get nervous.

Something in his body was making him react that way, telling him to leave right that second. His feet were glued to the ground. He couldn't leave when he knew that he wanted this girl dead but he couldn't because if he did he would feel a never ending thirst for her blood and hers specifically.

The demigoddess in front of him felt it too, the need to leave... neither of them wanted to.

Jungkooks hands made their way up to your face, cupping your cheeks you guys stopped for a second and he looked down at you and both of you decided then and there to leave together.

Your hand held his and you walked out the back of the club only stopping so that he could lock up.

The rain fell around you and you sighed lightly still annoyed at the god of the sky.

Jungkook took the keys out of the door and turned to look at you. In a second you were pressed against the wall roughly. He kissed you and you kissed back harder.

He stopped to take a breath and looked down at you before shaking his head and sighing. His forehead rested on yours and he held your face in his hands before actually looking into your eyes for the first time that night.

Before you could process what was happening he was holding a knife against your throat and your face was being held roughly against the wall.

You looked down at it, "Kinky"

He rolled his eyes. Before placing one more peck on your lips and slicing the knife across your throat.